Bone Soaked

I am bone soaked
exhaustion of the well;

teeth-ground
doubling down
all or all
no turning.

I am bone soaked
drifting down forward

night’s grief
walking frays
twinkle-eyed
portrait parched.

I am bone soaked;
softly kiss my soul.

CKS

Curious Smiles

she is the apple fruit
and shadows burdening;
sweetly they drift;
her shadows,
felling insecurities of night’s unobscured heaviness.

and curiously she smirks
shadows under her
drifting cavity.
being.
a being.
with visions;
visions of kindred blindness.
CKS